UNBREAK MY HEART

I finally decided to write her a poem after a long wait. I had planned it to be the best poem I've ever written; delivered on a day special to me and to someone dear to my heart.
But I realized that fate had a different plan for me. For what was supposed to be
my best poem turned out to be my saddest.
It was my birthday, but it turned out to be a sad day. I don't blame anybody for it but myself. I should have learnt from my past experience but I didn't, so I will take the blame.
I take the blame for not knowing that it is a taboo to profess love on one's birthday or on any day close to it. I did it the other time, and the consequences were grave. The gods would be angry with me for being such a fool who never learns from his mistakes.

But I was in love with her, and so I didn't mind being a fool for her. I was ready to dare the gods just to win her heart. But she called it a joke. She said she doesn't believe me.
With those words she ripped my heart apart, but she didn't even hear the sound. The tears were forming in my eyes, but she couldn't see it. I didn't want to be like the rest whose tears had run free in her presence, so I fought so hard to hold them back.
Though I succeeded in keeping the tears from flowing, but I couldn't stop the blood dripping freely from the heart she had broken.
How did she break a heart she never possessed? I can't explain it, but I knew she did. She must be a special breed, I concluded.
She drew my heart from my soul and let it fall right before my eyes.
It was my birthday but it turned out to be a sad day.
She gave me a cake when all I wanted was the baker. A cake that ended up tasting both sweet and sour. Sweet in my mouth, sour in my heart.
And then my phone beeped, it was her text message. I thought it was the message that would save the day, but it wasn't. It was a birthday message from her, but a mystery to me.
How could she wish me love and happiness when she was the love and happiness I wanted? She wished that my dreams would become reality, when she was my dream, but chose to deny me of it.
She prayed for God's blessing upon me, when she was the god that had my blessings with her. She was to be my god for that day, but she rather asked me to go all the way to heaven for the very thing she had in her hands.
I tried to be strong, but my strength failed me. I tried to be a man, but the boy in me was kicking. So I cried and let it all out.
But I was consoled with the fact that she didn't have the honour of seeing those precious tears drop, and also the fact that my friends were not around to laugh at me like I use to laugh at them.
So I picked myself up, got my sackcloth off and had the ashes on my head washed away. I went to the barbing salon for a haircut, branched to a boutique for a new pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
As I walked the street that evening wearing my new cloth, and with the moon shining so brightly, I knew within me that I still believe in love.
I told myself that maybe she is not the one, and that the last thing I was going to do was to give up on love.
I told myself that I will find her one day, and when I do, I will woo her in the month of February and not in November.
I will share this story with her, and together we will laugh and cry about it in each other's arm.

I will show her the very cloth I wore that night, and together we will set it on fire while we stand and look. The heat from the fire will keep us warm, and the smoke  will bear us witness that at last we've found true love.
I'm sorry it turned out this way, for we had planned the celebration. I'm not writing this to make you feel bad, but it's just my way of letting my pain out.
And now that it's out, I guess it's all in the past; both the birthday and the heartbreak. Let life continue, together with our search for true love.

 *Barr. Tochukwu Eziukwu Authored this beautiful poem. He Won the Slot for the Quest Blogger of the month. I will be futuring different Guest Bloggers each month with sizzling stories ranging from different works of liife. You just stay tuned and do not forget to drop your comments.

Its still me, yours truly, PEREZ OKEZUONU, The LegallyBlunt! Cheers...